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"Hey, I only have one germ." —The guy
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Dare I say, I'm enjoying a Friday night? I saw some stuff on the internet, but then the guy showed me a bunch of numbers he came up with, and I remembered that dinner is taken care of, thanks to work leftovers.
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11-5-4-3. Long pause between third and fourth sets because a ten-year-old rode up on a bike and worked in.
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10-5-4-3. Either my grip was weak or the bar was slippery. The run was not that bad, finally!
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Every once in a while, I walk around and flash to a future in which I'm bound to a hospital bed, then I become really appreciative of walking around and vacuuming, et al.
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I guess once you get a child's allergy under control, the Engine spawns a new one?
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10-2-2-2-2-4. As is natural, slipping off the peak a bit.
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I locked myself out of the apartment for a couple of hours earlier today. There's not much to do out there for someone without a wallet or phone, as you'd expect. I walked down to the square to check the time, tossed some stuff out of my basement, got a book from a Little Free Library, found an old notebook and pen and wrote a few things down.
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It's been a while since we've had a rainy day, and I'm savoring the hell out of it. I kinda want to write a D&D adventure by hand.
Also, cleaned up some old code this morning before the guy got up; now feeling really like I can make stuff, even knowing I probably won't have much more time today. -
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The guy: "That's poison lava!"
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11-5-3-3. Still acclimating to the run; was puffin' rather hard.
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Welp, I ordered myself a Linux laptop.
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TIL: Kids have imaginations potent enough to make them cry when they come up with sad stuff to imagine.